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Sabine joined him on the ground.
Sabine?
He did a double take on his younger sister. Why was she there?
“What happened?” she asked.
“She got hit by a car.”
Sabine’s head jerked around as she looked from André to his car and back again.
Nicole made a noise and they both looked down to her before Sabine could state the obvious.
“Ow,” Nicole whimpered. She tried to move and cried out.
“Don’t move. Where does it hurt?” André placed a hand gently between her shoulder blades and lifted it again.
Nicole ignored his instruction to not move and rolled onto her back. She cradled her right elbow with her left hand, face contorted in pain. Water started leaking from her eyes.
“I’m okay,” she lied through her tears.
André skimmed his fingers along her hairline, brushing away flecks of dirt and gravel. He scanned the scrapes and marks on her face and arms and legs. His stomach twisted with guilt and fear.
“Please stop moving,” he whispered.
If he’d injured her to a point—
No.
He couldn’t go there. She was fine.
Her blue eyes flashed as they raked over his face. Like she was just now realizing who he was.
“What…?” she started to ask and struggled to sit up.
He sucked in a breath and held his hands out, palms facing her. “Stay there.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and all those fantasies that he’d had about seeing her again crumbled into dust like the guy fromIndiana Jones and the Last Crusadewho chose the grail that wasn’t so holy.
Sirens grew closer and relief began to prickle in the back of his mind. “It’s okay,” he said, trying to reassure her (and himself). “The paramedics are almost here.”
He couldn’t stop looking at her.
It had been years since he’d seen her, and somehow, she was even more beautiful than he remembered.
Her hair was longer than she used to keep it but not by much. Just past her shoulders. And still blonde. No pink or blue tips like when they’d first met. And she had bangs, which was new.
Her pale complexion was tanned from summer sun, and she smelled like coconut and vanilla.
His gaze landed on her narrowed eyes, and he felt an involuntary smile tug his lips.
Fucking hell, André! Now’s not the time!
“André?” she asked. “What are you doing here?”
“I like your hair,” he blurted and then shook his head. “I’m sorry. Does anything hurt?”
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “My arm hurts.”
